COMMISSION: Stiffed and Stuffed ch.1

Author's Notes: So, I've been pretty resistant to doing anything League of Legends-related for some time, and have actively refused multiple comm requests in the past, so this will probably come as at least something of a surprise. I actually turned this down too, originally... but, after seeing the characters and hearing the full pitch, I decided to give it a shot, and now here we are.

If you aren't a League fan and don't know if you'll enjoy this or not, I assure you that familiarity with the setting is far from necessary. Characters have images online but also have descriptions within the story. I did a few google-searches so that I had even a faint idea of who I was dealing with, and then hustled along to the 'good part,' so I hope you'll all enjoy it! It's long, dense, and pure filth!

P.S. If I got any of the lore wrong, I'm sorry, but like... not much.

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Things in Ixaocan had been going… smoothly, so far. Not perfectly, perhaps, but smoothly. Whatever official claims Qiyana had to true rulership would require power to back up, and power often meant two things – resources, and reputation. While the Empress of the Elements had sufficient personal power to hold her own against direct dangers, infrastructural power would require time and… influence. As such, within her home city she was now as much a crime boss as she was an heiress, using hired muscle, spies, and diplomats to form connections, gather coin, spread fear. Gain power.

Such efforts, however, didn’t mean that Qiyana didn’t make plenty of time for simple creature comforts – without those, what was the point of being an empress at all? Even now, she found herself relaxed on one of the many lounges of her tropical estate, surrounded by three girls in skimpy white dresses. Two gently fanned her with massive palm leaves, while the third held a plate of fresh fruit within easy reach. The lazy cries of birds of paradise rung through the open air on occasion, the heat of midday just intense enough that the simple act of being cooled brought ecstasy. Qiyana rolled onto her side, lightly taking a slice of pineapple from the offered plate and popping it into her mouth, letting out a quiet hum of satisfaction. She was short and caramel-colored, remarkably petite in all but the seductive flare of her hips, heart-shaped face framed by a coif of soft, pale hair. Every bit the image of tropical royalty, even if her personality, perhaps, did not match.

“Done and dusted,” came the sound of a richly-accented voice, followed by the rhythmic click of bootsteps along the tile floor of Qiyana’s foyer. As the heiress sat up, she laid her gaze on the speaker, recognizing her after only a moment of reflection. It the mercenary from the desert – tall, limber, dark of hair and skin, her right eye covered by a black leather patch. From her demeanor to her attire, she silently screamed who and what she was: pirate, outlaw, vagabond, someone who would do most unsavory tasks given the coinpurse was heavy enough. Samira, that was her name.

The woman approached, making her way past the two armored guards in the hallway, and tossing a handful of silver badges to the floor in front of Qiyana’s lounge. A bullethole punctured the soft metal of each and every one. These were the badges of the enforcers Qiyana had wanted taken out – the ones that had refused to join her side. “They didn’t put up much of a fight, I’m afraid,” Samira offered a cocky smirk as she finally came to a stop, popping one hip out playfully to the side. “I would have enjoyed more of a challenge. Perhaps next time.”

“Mmh,” Qiyana sat up, taking a slice of peeled mango from the plate as she did, popping it past her pouty lips. Glancing down at the scattered badges, she arched a brow. “Was that all eight of them?”

“Seven. Good word said the eighth fled Ixaocan after I rolled into town, so he won’t be bothering you.” The mercenary allowed herself a proud grin, pleased that her reputation was able to do some of the work for her. “Now… my payment, if you please.”

Qiyana arched a brow, tucking her legs beside her to sit demurely, giving Samira and imperious glare, even with her small stature. “Well, the job was eight badges, and I only see seven. So this isn’t what we agreed on, at all.” These sorts of thugs always thought they could get away with a job half-finished, but Qiyana had no intention of letting this one slide. She had to prove her power and influence, if she was to stay strong and claim her throne.

“Consider the rest of my payment to simply be a… tip, then,” Samira smiled, not yet realizing how far the pint-sized empress was about to take this issue, “and I’ll be on my merry way, yes?”

“The ‘rest’ of your payment? Hm!” Qiyana let out a haughty giggle, “I don’t think you quite understand. I’m only paying for the task we agreed upon, and it’s a task you didn’t complete. Guards, escort this riff-raff off of my estate.”

As the two guards began to approach, Samira – without even turning her head to look behind her – reached to the massive, single-edged blade on her back, clicking a pistol out of its spine and slipping it into her hand, then aimed it behind her head. “It’s a lovely day to pick a bad fight, boys. Why do you go find a nice watering hole somewhere, and let us ladies do business, mm?”

The guards paused in their tracks, glancing at one another. After a second or two, one of them lifted his foot to step forward, only to find Samira’s pistol pivoting to face him.

“Think it through.”

The foot retracted. Both guards backpedaled a few cautious steps, then turned, and ran out of the estate.

“Ugh. Can’t get decent help anymore,” Qiyana sighed. “No matter, I suppose. There’s a reason I’m called the Empress of the Elements! I don’t need guards to deal with scum like you, all I need is my– what are you doing?”

“Getting more comfortable, what does it look like?” the mercenary said, unfastening the belt-like swath of black leather that concealed the skimpy red garment beneath, then tossing it aside. Qiyana stared, indignant and transfixed, as Samira approached, placing one hand on top of the heiress’s head, and hooking the thumb of her opposing hand in the waistband of her smallpants. Perched at the edge of the lounge as she was, and with her small stature, Qiyana got an unexpectedly close view as Samira exposed the base of what looked like an impressively-sized girlcock. “The way I see it, darling, I did exactly what you asked. So if you don’t intend to pay with gold, you’ll have to pay me in the thing I would have spent the gold on. Sounds fair, yes?”

“Hah! As if I’d ever even consider indulging the depravity of a cutpurse like y– mmph!” Qiyana coughed as the mercenary rolled her eyes and unleashed her long, smooth cock, tightening her grip on Qiyana’s mop of white hair as she unceremoniously pressed the thing against the girl’s lips, then into her mouth. “Mlph mn mmhh!” Qiyana tried to protest as the thick shaft found its way to the back of her throat, though she was very much at a disadvantage here – being both unarmed, unprepared, and rather flabbergasted by the whole thing. After all, what kind of lunatic concluded an argument by shoving their dick in someone’s mouth?

There was also the imminent distraction of the whole thing – Samira’s dick was remarkable in not just size, but shape, a handsome mirror to the muscled beauty of its owner. It had a rich muskiness to it, filling her mouth just right, and the fingers tangled in Qiyana’s hair incited some sort of primal urge to submit… even if, of course, she had no plan to.

“Now, isn’t that better? Something to keep your lying tongue occupied,” Samira purred playfully, widening her stance a bit and drawing back a little, not quite letting the tip of her cock escape Qiyana’s mouth before shoving the entire thing back in. Closeby, the still-fanning handmaidens were looking decidedly skittish, with one of them making a nervous glance towards one of the foyer’s exits. “I wouldn’t run, if I were any of you,” the merc continued, now addressing them directly, “it’s good to see how even the most powerful must pay their debts… and something tells me your mistress will be appreciating those fans very, very soon. So stick around, and you may learn something – better yet, get naked!”

There was a moment of hesitation from the three women, some turning to Qiyana for answers, though the runty empress could muster only a wet gagging sound. Without sufficient guidance to the contrary, one of the girls set down her palm leaf and slipped free of the tiny dress, revealing nothing beneath but a slim, dusky-skinned figure, with perky tits and a smallish dick that was stirring to life, though whether from being observed or from seeing her mistress getting face-fucked was hard to tell. The other two followed suit, exposing similarly slight, nubile builds, each having clearly been chosen more to be pleasant on the eyes, than for their ability to wave a leaf.

“There, isn’t that better?” Samira grinned, shooting a wink with her one good eye to the handmaidens as they lifted their fronds once more and began to fan. The mercenary then laid her gaze back on Qiyana, her expression growing a bit more… predatory. “Speaking of getting naked – as much as I prefer you when you aren’t talking, you owe me quite a sum of coin… and there’s only one hole I’m getting that kind of value out of.”

The instant after Samira let her cock slip out from between Qiyana’s lips, the shorter girl had a litany of protests loaded and ready to fire. “I am not a piece of meat to be pawed at, you savage! And how dare you order my servants around! All you’re doing is proving that you couldn’t be trusted – I was never going to pay you, and now I never wi– ack!”

She was once again interrupted, this time not with a dick being stuffed in her mouth, but by being taken by the shoulders and turned around, forced to her hands and knees on the cushioned seat she’d been relaxing on. “Good thing your ass is gonna cash the check your hand wrote, then, yes?” Samira teased, grabbing the back of Qiyana’s bedazzled gown with one hand, and physically tearing it from her little body. “Mmn… you know, for as petite as you are, you’ve got a lot more ass than I expected to see,” the mercenary teased, taking a moment to admire the other woman’s figure – she was short, yes, easily under five feet, and fittingly slight of build. What stood out, beyond the pampered silkiness of her light brown skin, were her hips and ass, and to a slightly lesser extent, thighs, giving her an impish pear-shape. Tucked between those thighs and just beneath the exposed star of Qiyana’s ass, was the most adorably small dick and balls Samira had laid her eyes on in some time, assuredly no greater than four inches, if it even cleared three.

“You low-bred scofflaw!” Qiyana barked back, though she was growing visibly harder, a blush rising to her cheeks as she was set on all fours, her plump little butt put on display. “If you lay another finger on me, I’ll–!”

“You’ll what? Cum?” Samira grinned, slipping off her jacket and stepping all the way out of her little red underthings, baring the entirety of her lean, muscled figure while keeping her boots on, showing off little golden piercings through dark, perky nipples. She leaned down, cradling Qiyana’s tiny girldick in her palm, and lifting it backwards just enough to gently press her lips against the girl’s balls from behind, eliciting a sudden whine and shudder. “I think I’ll risk it.” With that, she stood back up, dropping the heavy length of her cock against the valley between Qiyana’s asscheeks with a thud, beginning to rock forward and back against that tight, silky-soft butt. “From how tense you are, and the way I can feel your little hole quivering against me, I’m starting to think you might end up enjoying this more than I do. I may end up needing a tip after all, for… services rendered.”

Despite continuing their task of fanning their fronds, the now-nude handmaidens were in no way immune to the display beneath them, their own slim members gradually rising to full stiffness as they watched their mistress prostrated and compromised. It was exciting to see the oft-unkind heiress so swiftly overtaken, and for the kinkier among them, the inability to leave or touch themselves created an added thrill.

Qiyana’s lashes fluttered, then her eyes squeezed shut when she felt the tip of Samira’s cock fully plant itself against her backdoor, rock-hard and slick with saliva. There was a pulse of anticipation and pleasure that she hadn’t expected, like her ass wanted this, even if her string of insults suggested otherwise. Her breath caught in her chest as she felt that thick thing slowly push forward, spearing into her, the tight ring of her asshole contorting and expanding to wrap its pliable ring around the hot, thick invader. “Unnnhhh… f-fucking mongrel bitch…!” she hissed, though the whimper in her voice showed just how much she was weakening, how much she was enjoying the sensation of that hot shaft pushing deep down the tight, narrow tunnel of her ass.

“Mongrel? That one’s new. What’s next, ‘rapscallion’?” Samira teased, licking her lips as she watched inch after inch of her girlcock vanish inside of Qiyana’s juicy little butt, swallowed up by the girl’s tight, greedy hole. Keeping one hand planted on the empress’s hip, she used the other to deliver a swift spank to the girl’s backside, drawing a yelp and shudder, leaving a quickly-reddening handprint in its wake. “Damn if you don’t feel good, though…” the mercenary let out a soft moan, placing her free hand on Qiyana’s other hip now and pushing in a little deeper, shuddering as she felt herself engulfed in that warm, slick tunnel. She took a moment to simply enjoy the depth, before drawing back about halfway, then pushing back in, taking her sweet time with every single push and shift of her hips, watching the way Qiyana’s asshole struggled to stretch and adapt. It seemed like it had been quite some time since the girl had been properly fucked (if, indeed, she had ever been) but Samira planned to give her a deep anal drilling to properly remember.

For Qiyana, things were more complicated, her body starting to super-heat with embarrassment. She’d been flipped over and stripped, her stiff, tiny girldick exposed and her ass put on display, then stuffed with hard cock. Not only that, but her handmaidens were watching… and even worse, there was no way to deny that she was enjoying it. As she felt Samira’s cock gradually slide in and out of her ass, she felt her irate litany slow down to a crawl, now only a murmured string of groans and disconnected, half-formed words. “Fucking…hnnngh… stupid… brute – nnhaahh!– let g-go of… mmmhhhh…!”

“Lost for words this quickly, princess? I expected a lot more mouthing off once we really got going, don’t tell me you plan to disappoint me?” Samira punctuated her words with a harder thrust of her hips,  burying her rod deeply back into Qiyana’s ass and now starting to take on something of an actual rhythm, pumping back and forth at a deep, steady pace now that she was mostly certain the girl’s ass had adapted to her size. A thin shimmer of sweat was beginning to become visible along the mercenary’s muscled curves, serving to add a little extra lubricant to the equation as Samira finally started to exert herself. Another sharp spank rained down, directly on the rosy handprint left behind, and a yelp of pain and excitement once more rang out through the chamber.

Gritting her teeth, Qiyana simply tried to steady herself, wobbling on her hands and knees with every impact of Samira’s hips against her thick little butt, a thin strand of precum beginning to leak from the tip of her short, slim penis. She looked up with gritted teeth at her handmaidens, still fanning away with both hands – an effort that, admittedly, made all this a lot more bearable – and sporting untouched erections, stealing shy peeks at the display before them. “Traitorous wretches…” Qiyana groaned, only to be interrupted by a full-body spasm as she felt the tip of Samira’s cock grind past her prostate. “Nnghah! W-why don’t you… help me, or… s-something…?”

No response was given, not that Qiyana had expected one; the girls had largely been taught to be seen, rather than heard, even when directly addressed. They were doing their best, given quite an unusual situation. Still, with her servants unwilling to take any action beyond watching and fanning (and apparently stripping!), Qiyana was left with very little ability to exert influence over this situation at all – she had to simply endure, to hold on, and do her best not to overwhelmed with the deep, pulsating pleasure that was swelling ever bolder and brighter inside of her.

Just as she was finally beginning to acclimate to the sensations inside of her, Qiyana felt a shift from behind – the added weight of Samira setting one of her feet up onto the back of the lounge, then reaching out to place on hand on the back of the pint-sized tyrant’s neck, pushing firmly downward. Her grip on the cushion slipped and gave way, forcing her to tilt forward, laying her head in the crook of her elbow as her legs folded inward, pushing her ass up into the air. She shuddered as she felt that hard dick slide back inside of her, now feeling like it was going deeper than ever before, now that she was prostrated like this – face down, ass up, one arm dangling off the seat she’d been so comfortably languishing on until this gunslinging harlot showed up and turned everything topsy-turvy. The worst part was… it felt better than ever.

“Ohh, was that another moan I heard?” Samira grinned, keeping her hold on the back of Qiyana’s neck just long enough to feel the girl relax, knowing she understood the new position and wouldn’t try to squirm away. “Let’s see how long a little brat like you can last… and know this,” she leaned forward to whisper into the girl’s ear, finally bringing her hand around and under to squeeze and fondle one of Qiyana’s perky little tits. “I’m not going to cum until you do.”

“Th-then we’ll be here… for some time,” Qiyana gritted her teeth, fingers clawing at the edges of the lounge, making one last great attempt at indignant defiance as anal pleasure threatened to capsize even her willful pride. “There’s no way a m-mongrel like you can… nnhhh… make me c-cum… ffuuuuckk….”

Her words were almost shamefully empty, especially as she felt the bump of Samira’s cock pressing against her belly from within, making a very slightly visible outward bump each time the mercenary would thrust into her. Pinned and held at this angle as she was, it allowed that thick shaft to push unbelievably deep into her, filling her in ways she never even thought possible. Qiyana’s knees went weak, toes curling behind her, eyes finally squeezing completely shut as she tried to block out the soul-shaking blasts of profane ecstasy that Samira was so insistently treating her ass to. The only thing worse than getting forcibly bent over and fucked up her tight, juicy little butt was how much she couldn’t help but enjoy it.

Meanwhile, Samira was beginning to think this little altercation had been worth the initial annoyance, after all. Even though it had been a good sum of coin she’d been shorted, this white-haired little brat had an ass that absolutely wouldn’t quit – each time she’d stuff her cock back down that tight little hole, the mercenary could feel it squeezing tightly around her, rolling and shuddering with every movement, like it was shifting and adapting to each thrust. The sensation was exquisite, as was the springy bounce of Qiyana’s buttcheeks each time Samira’s pelvis would clap forward against them, creating their own pushback through sheer force of elasticity. The girl’s indignant moans and whimpers, too, were music to Samira’s ears, quiet curses and insults having now faded entirely into non-verbal, barely-sentient gibberish as the Empress of the Elements had her backdoor drilled into like one of Zaun’s mining operations. “What was that you were saying about me never making you cum?” she allowed herself a sultry giggle, roughly teasing Qiyana’s nipple from behind. The petite tyrant’s bite-sized little member was letting loose a long, thin strand of precum, still rock-hard and pulsating with pleasure – all three or so inches of the thing, at least.

“It’s… y-you’re not, I’m…” Qiyana gritted her teeth, and in a last-ditch attempt to hold on to her dignity, she did the unexpected – she began to push her ass backwards, meeting Samira’s thrusts with her own. Even if this, ultimately, only led to deeper, rougher pumps of that thick cock up her tight butt, at least she was an active participant, rather than a passive one. That was something she could cling to. If – when – she came, she could say that she’d simply been using Samira’s dick to get herself off, not that she’d been bent over, pinned down, and fucked stupid by this gorgeous, muscular warrior from the desert.

She began to thrust back harder and harder, her own body quickly taking over as her base, natural instincts kicked in. Despite the gentle fanning from her handmaidens, she too was now coated in a layer of sweat, letting out crazed whines and gasps as Samira found her angle, relentlessly pummeling Qiyana’s prostate with that big, hard column of dark flesh. With each moment that passed, she could feel her head growing a little more clouded, the building, swelling pressure of imminent orgasm too overwhelming to be ignored – so much so that, from within, even Samira could feel the tensing and shuddering, the herald of what was soon to crash spectacularly forth.

As small as she was, it was fitting that the few shots of spunk that Qiyana spurted onto the cushion beneath her had… lower than average volume. It was entirely apparent that she’d cum about as hard as she was able to, but the best her short, slim little girldick had to offer wasn’t exactly awe-inspiring. The series of full-body convulsions she was reduced to, however, was more than a little amusing to the woman still inside of her, relishing the sensation of the girl’s asshole quaking and clenching around her. “Ooh, there she goes,” Samira cooed softly, sliding her hand from Qiyana’s breast, to the back of her head, caressing her fingers through those fluffy, pale locks. “Good girl,” she whispered, a show of dominance to remind Qiyana who really held the reins, here.

“Nnnghh… fuuuckkk…” the twitching little crime boss shuddered, toppling forward onto her face with a soft groan. “M-my ass….”

“Oh, I hope you don’t think I’m finished just because you are,” Samira let out a rich, rolling chuckle, slipping her cock out of Qiyana’s ass, taking a moment to admire the impressive gape she’d left behind – she’d been riding that little hole so hard, so long, and so deep that it didn’t stand a chance at closing itself back up without substantial time and rest… rest it wouldn’t be receiving anytime soon. “In fact… I think it’s time you got a bit better acquainted with some of your servants.”

“Uhnn…?” Qiyana murmured, no longer in a state to form proper sentences. Sentences, fortunately, were not required of her though – her light weight was lifted effortlessly as Samira slid underneath her, sitting down on the luxurious seat herself, spreading her legs and lowering her former employer back onto her cock, letting her slide all the way down until her ass was hilted once again on Samira’s stiff meat. “Wha… ffhhnn…!”

“Alright, girls,” Samira continued, this time addressing the handmaidens directly, rather than Qiyana herself. “I think your mistress has reached the point where you can get away with… mm, letting her know how much you’ve enjoyed the show she put on.” Each of the three servants were still nude and achingly hard, having been fully erect without any stimuli for some time now. It was time to see them cut loose.

“Are you…?” one of the girls murmured, slowly lowering her leaf, one hand moving to awkwardly half-conceal her raging erection.

“More than sure,” Samira winked – more a blink, considering the eyepatch, but it got the sentiment across – and began to stroke both hands slowly up along the front of Qiyana’s body, caressing from her hips up to her perky little tits, squeezing them gently. No longer properly able to process her own indignance, the girl gave no protest, only a soft moan as her eyes drifted shut once more. Just the feeling of being hilted, being mounted on Samira’s cock caused her body to continue to thrum with hot, aching pleasure. “Look how much she wants it. Show your mistress what she’s been missing.”

Despite the explicit permission, there was still a moment of hesitation – Samira had no real authority here, after all, even if it did seem like she was the one holding all the cards in this situation. Finally, one by one, the fronds dropped, and the three girls began to advance a little further, hands moving to their stiff shafts, though it seemed like they all had slightly different plans in mind.

The first, a little darker and slimmer than the rest and sporting delicate golden rings along both ears, was perhaps the boldest, giving in to temptation and pressing her throbbing member against one of Qiyana’s breasts – only for Samira to quickly elevate the situation. Squishing both hands against the bottom-heavy brat’s tiny tits, she pushed them together, enough to provide something to rub between, and the handmaiden quickly embraced the offer, easing forward a little more and starting to rock her hips firmly back and forth between those small, squishy breasts.

The second servant, sporting the shortest hair and largest chest, likewise moved forward, though she instead pressed her girldick against the side of Qiyana’s face, biting her lip gently as she did. She made no motion for the girl’s mouth – it seemed this was exactly what she wanted, to simply grind her hot, slick member against her mistress’s face, to relish the sight of the tyrant being, for once, beneath her.

With such an obvious target still left unoccupied, the third handmaiden – palest and most well-endowed of the three – pressed the tip of her impressive cock to Qiyana’s lips, before easing it quickly into her mouth. “Mmmph…!” Qiyana let out a quiet moan, but she was much too far gone, now. She’d surrendered, in all but open admission, to the pleasure she was experiencing, both to being violated and to being… debased, the way she was. Something in the back of her mind realized that this would have a permanent effect upon her relationship with her servants, but it was too late to worry about that now – and perhaps, this new relationship would be better than the previous one. What had she been thinking all these years, surrounded by beautiful girls and their beautiful cocks, and not trying to get every single one of them inside her at once?

And, of course, between now being smothered with dicks from all angles by her handmaidens, there was the rapid, neverending thrusting from beneath. Her own softening penis swung around in lazy circles as she rode Samira’s hard cock, taking it deep into her ass again and again and again, the speed or force never seeming to let up for even an instant. Though she was growing exhausted, her anal pleasure didn’t abate, even with the other distractions. A dick in her ass, between her tits, in her mouth, and even grinding insistently against her face, it was a sort of ascendant feeling, something to be lost within… but already she could feel the hot, pulsing eagerness of her handmaidens, each of them having been squirming restlessly this whole time, and eager to release their sticky loads. Against all rational thought… Qiyana welcomed it.

The squat scoundrel found herself squirming eagerly back and forth, bouncing up and down on Samira’s cock while she crammed another down her throat, relishing the sensation of the other hot, hard shafts grinding against her face and tits. Her asshole tightened, clamping down – she could feel that Samira was soon to erupt, and now she wanted it, even craved it, wanting to know what it would be like to have her ass flooded with the desert beauty’s hot, thick spunk. First, though, she was treated to a different sort of creamy treat.

It felt like it was all at once that the handmaidens finally released. First, squirting up from between her tits, coating her face, neck, and chest with a web of sticky girlcum. She felt a shot of seed hit the back of her throat, then another on her tongue, before the paler servant pulled back to dash another few ropes onto her face, joined soon by a creamy white volley from the third dick. In an instant, she’d gone from quite clean (if a bit sweaty) to an absolute lattice of cum, streaming down her face, messing up her hair… but the biggest load was soon to arrive.

Qiyana gasped out as Samira’s heated moans and teasing growls became a sharper cry of ecstasy, and then she felt it – pump, pump, pump, a slight ache rising in her belly as the mercenary flooded her asshole with her seed. It was heavenly, if intense, her little body scarcely able to contain it. She was given a moment to ‘savor’ the sensation before that fat cock finally popped free of her, a little drizzle of jizz following it, only to be caught by the waiting lips and tongues of the three handmaidens as if it was water from the fountain of youth.

“I-I… c-can’t…” Qiyana murmured, her head swimming as she was tilted back, her body buzzing. She was barely even able to register the warm trickle into her own mouth as her servants ‘shared’ their bounty, tongues dancing across one another as they delivered Samira’s hot seed from Qiyana’s overtaxed asshole, directly to her mouth. All she could do was swallow, and be grateful.

“Next time,” Qiyana heard that richly-accented voice for just a moment longer before unconsciousness claimed her, “pay what you owe. And I like your girls… I’ll be taking them, too.”

Then, finally… darkness.

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